The flow of simple things 

White gypsy skirts

embroidery and white-work 

Silver circles from Rajasthan

artisanal huaraches walking slowly

The long green scarf as shawl 

Sea ebbing in as we circumnavigate it 

Persian poets painted on the wall 

One lone hand beside it painted white 

Deep purple açai spread with nuts and strawberries 

Then we flee to the ramshackle bookshop 

bent with character like the crooked path 

poetry books stacked up in disarray as it pleases me 

the captains verses in my hand

rambunctious sunday, delighting in you and all these finds

We still make the wild and passionate pair, no matter how god grieves us.